/ simple pleasure /

thronged, by fallen leaves
that lie upon the ground
and the sound of them
pirouetting with the wind
gives me pleasure, with no measure
again and again

barren trees standing
with immense stature
naturally so, with unspoken
dignity and no worries
squirrels scurry and hustle
in absent-minded thought for
lost acorns and nuts, but...
this simplicity reels me in, and
gives me pleasure, with no measure
again and again

the imposing beauty is irrefutably
my solace, and yet i digress
to think that
i sat down to write this
for fear that my thoughts would
overwhelm me had i not,
and most times they do
and so i abscond with fondness
of this beauty all about
me; my one and only friend
but when i revel in it so, it
gives me pleasure, with no measure
again and again